The Neighbor Girl Bride

I may be at the most magical place on Earth today (a post I'm sure to write soon!!!) but it's honestly a little bit bittersweet. Because a sweet, precious person is getting married today and I can't be there.

My family calls her Neighbor Girl. I'm not sure how the name came about...I think my dad used it first. But I don't remember her not being part of my life. And although as we got older, we grew apart as most, as many childhood pals do, she is still family and I love her dearly.

We are connected by sleepovers and my precious grandfather and bird houses and history and Barbie dolls and bike rides and carpools and clothes from Buttons and Bows and CVA and CCS and birthday parties and Ribbon and Bear and back roads and and endless hours of playtime. I love her dearly because she represents everything about my childhoold. And my greatest wish is for her to be in the most magical place on Earth today.....which is in a barn in our beautiful little small hometown getting married to the cowboy she fell head over cowboy heels for.

I love you, Neighbor Girl, and I'm so sorry I can't be there today. I'm so proud that I get to call you my friend....but most importantly, my family. But I wish you and the new Neighbor Husband a lifetime of happiness.